Spy Tugs
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The crisp morning air carried the scent of salt and diesel as Agent Sterling pulled his collar tighter against the chill. His small tugboat, the *Marianne*, cut a determined path through the choppy grey waters of the harbor. He was ostensibly there to guide a decommissioned freighter to its final berth, a simple job for a simple man. In reality, his mission was far more delicate, hidden within the freighter’s rusting hull. A microfilm containing the identities of every deep-cover operative in the region was secreted behind a loose plate in the captain’s quarters. His contact was late, and a nervous energy prickled at the back of his neck. Suddenly, a deafening roar shattered the relative quiet as a sleek, black speedboat erupted from behind a moored container ship. It swung violently, its broadside slamming into the *Marianne* with a sickening crunch of fiberglass and wood. The impact was brutal and precise, a deliberate act of nautical aggression meant to disable, not to sink. As Sterling struggled to regain his footing on the violently rocking deck, he saw a masked figure on the speedboat level a peculiar, net-like launcher directly at him. The world dissolved into a tangle of thick, sticky cords, and his mission became a desperate fight for survival right there on the water.
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